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It served as a bridge between worlds, offering guidance, mentorship, and resources to those navigating their own paths of self-discovery. In the cosmic tapestry, Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal tome, known as the "Book of Radiant Truth." Its pages contained the sacred wisdom of countless authentic beings from across the multiverse, capturing the essence of Luna's story and the collective experiences of those who had embraced their authentic selves.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

‘This isn’t the time to be like this, Torin is mad enough at me already. Jess willed himself to pull away, to calm his mind and yet as usual, this was not how breakdowns worked. They kept egging him on, encouraging his dirty thoughts, causing him to lose his mind. He always felt that he was weak, not strong enough to push those thoughts away. If he was, he wouldn’t have tried to kill himself in the first place. It was just how his brain worked, it didn’t have much to do with his integrity or strength, however, that was something Jess had never come to terms with. Of course, it was all part of his mindset.

“Um, you know soul and body are two different things. Body’s like a cloth for the soul.” His furrow deepened as he heard her. She really told him something he never learnt. It was new. “We all know that the… longing of the body goes according to the instructions of the mind. Whatever pleases the mind, the body will work tirelessly to get it right. Like…” “Your body longs for my touch?” He completed for her as he found her fidgeting with words.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

She stares at me with a serene smile, her little body slowly walking towards me until we are standing just a foot apart and she takes in my appearance from head to toe. "I'm glad I saved you as a baby. You deserve to live with how you saved everyone." She giggles as she takes my hand before leading me down the hall and past rows and rows of books. With astonishment I turn to read every title I can realizing they were names of books. Names of wolves and other beings alike that have lived with dates of their birth and death on the spines. All of these books are destinies lived and completed and I itch to read just one. “If you open them, your soul with be transported into the body of that dest

As if the hell I went through was just a nightmare. But it wasn't. I stopped in front of a window near the auction hall and looked at my hands. My fingers weren't broken like just a few moments ago, and my wrists' bones didn't pierce my white skin due to being twisted. My kneecaps were alright too. The physical pain was no longer here. But I felt it deep down inside me, stamped in my bones, brain and soul. I might look fine, but I still felt how my tormentor disfigured my body, making me scream until I lost my voice, how it hurt until I begged for my death, how my heart beat rapidly and how breathing was misery.

True Art of Restoration! It wasn’t just restoration, but true restoration! This meant that injuries to the soul could be mended as well! And that was why geniuses scrambled for this technique. After all, who wouldn’t want to have a manual that is capable of mending injuries of the soul? The soul was so important that without it the physical body was but a shell, incapable of anything human or beastly. It was complex and difficult to understand, and it was even more difficult to heal when one sustained injuries to the soul. That was why the True Art of Restoration was so important. Even Mane was moved to study this manual and discard the manual for Supremes. It was only after 1st assured him

I look into Francesca’s eyes and tear off my dress and said with a little smile, “Have no mercy on me and my body!” “How do you want, kiddo!” It’s been two days since my meeting with Darren. I haven’t given my body a rest, I work out with Francesca every hour. “Nicolette takes a break...I’m tired even!” “Again!” “But...” “Not but…My body isn’t strong yet...” “Your body is trained enough...the problem is your soul!” “What? What about the soul?” “Aahhh...your soul won’t sit still for a minute; you’re agitated and you’re not concentrating...so now you get under the waterfall and stay there until you can get it to stop flowing without using brute force.”

Life has come Bonds have been made Mysteries abound Miracles are laid Science is Magic Souls do Love Good can’t change Evil is Lurking The Worlds Changing Two came in Now Two must leave Balance must have Harmony Hate is Coming